Virginity - Page 138

He watched the fly ball float up into the air and knew right away. It was going far, but not far enough. The ball fell unceremoniously into the glove of his rivals from the state college team. It was his chance for glory snuffed out at the last minute

As Anastasia waited for her friend Sophie in the college coffee bar, she was thinking. Sophie as a bright, bubbly girl with lots of friends yet she hardly ever took part in the college social events

Molly leaned up on her elbow and looked over at her older sister lying beside her in bed. It was near 3:00AM but the moonlight lit up the small bedroom in their trailer. It was summer in the backwoods of Kentucky and it was hot as hell in their little tin box

When I was about sixteen, I did what most other horny young boys did: I searched naughty, sex-related websites. During my conquests, I came across numerous adult chat sites. I created a profile (ModernRomeo), listing me as an 18 year old male, on my favorite site

It felt so cliche to be lusting after my best friend's older brother, but I did. Brenden was gorgeous in a punk rock way. He had tattoos, shaggy dark hair, and amazing green eyes. He was thin, but had great arms that I would kill to have on me

“Oh Jesus Christ. . .” I mumble through the fog of a hangover. “What happened last night?” Oh no. The memories start to drift back into my head as the dizziness of sitting up subsides. I didn’t. I didn’t do what I think I did. I couldn’t have

I was 14 years old and in grade 9. I never really wanted to take music lessons but it was a forgone conclusion in my family. Both my parents were very musical. My mother was a backup cellist in the cities symphony and my father had taken music lessons his entire childhood

My Daughter Decided That I Was To Be Her Very First Lover! My name is Ross Smith; I’m 46 and have a wife and two kids. My wife is named Rachel, she is 45. Together we had a daughter named Phoebe and a younger son named Joey

I had always lived in a small town. Sure it was boring but I liked having no crime or anything else that is bad. “Hey man wana come camping with me on the coast,” I asked as I called my best friend Milo

A Whisky & Lemonade by jallen944 © Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxer shorts. His thing was not as hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in the mirror

There are only a few changes/additions to the story. The next part hasn't been written yet (I know, lazy). But I'll be working on soon. Thanks for reading and commenting

The orphanage rested about 15 miles outside of town. Unlike many stories, there were no signs of mental, physical, or sexual abuse at this particular orphanage. Though it was strict, and at times, extremely strict, this orphanage truly took care of all the disowned occupants

Chapter 4 "What the hell am I doing?" It was as rhetorical a question as I'd ever asked myself. My hands pushed into the wet tile of the bathroom counter as I splashed some post-shave water onto my face and towelled off

Just before my 16th birthday I invited some friends over for a pool party – included were our neighbours. Secretly I was in love with the husband from next door. He and his wife had lived there for about 6 months and they were the sexiest couple I have ever known

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 When I was a teenager in a small town in the mid-1970s, lesbianism was something you had heard of in a theoretical kind of way, but there were no openly ‘gay’ (the word was just changing its meaning then) women that one knew of, never mind girls

FOREWORD: This story is complete FICTION, involving underage sex, if that does not appeal to you, you should leave this thread. Don’t bother flaming, I have had enough flames to burn down a city. Thank you. This is reposted in one piece because of requests

bar that’s why, As I got out my car to greet them my spirits dropped as they were a couple in there late 60s I thought I must make sure as we walk up the driveway they are both in front of me I wouldn’t want my skirt to blow up and give them both a free show it might give the husband a heart attack

Every year in high school, the band went on a competitive field trip. Sometimes we went to Myrtle Beach or Virginia Beach, or sometimes the destinations were a surprise

Fbailey story number 701 Mom Feels Up My Sister I was on my way to school when Mom stopped my sister for her inspection. It was nothing new. Mom had been checking Ingrid out every day for at least a year…usually in front of me

Her name was Barbara, she lived not too far away from us across the railroad tracks in a shack of a home that her poor family rented. Barbara was an outcast, she attended school with us but no one spoke to her much